Page 143 of Sin With Me

“Orwhat?”

“Or I may need to force you to close them for long enough not to rollthem.”

“And just how would you dothat?”

Like a tease, she rolled them again with a devious smirk. If I couldn’t stop her from doing that, I’d go nuts. And so I turned my head toward her and leaned forward. With our noses nearly touching and mouths a shiver away, her sweet breath was too much and not enough at the same time, and when she closed her eyes I knew I succeeded, but I wanted more. Much more. I wanted her lips, her entire mouth, her tongue – I wanted her everything – and I knew she’d give it to me – not because she was easy or someone looking for a fling, but because the attraction between the two of us could no longer be contained.

Still, I’d only take as much as she allowed. I wouldn’t push it – because I couldn’t push her away – ever.

I touched my lips to hers, taking them into my mouth, stroking the bow of her upper lip with my tongue before dipping in. Her mouth was so small and so warm and she worked it so well, moving her lips with mine. I tilted her head slightly, holding her steady because if I didn’t, I was afraid I’d lose my patience. Slowly tracing my hand to her neck, I held it there, smoothing my thumb over her pulsing vein. Her skin felt silkier than I expected. And when her tongue moved against mine, rubbing and teasing, inviting me even deeper, I knew she had me in the palm of her hand. She could ask me anything, and I would give her everything.

When I pulled away, I pressed my forehead against hers, breathing heavily. This was not an ordinary kiss. This was purelust.

“Will this be a problem for you, Emma? Me wanting you so badly and being your client,” I asked.

“Consider this a service with a cherry on top. Besides, you’ve kissed one guy, you’ve kissed them all.” She shrugged and pulledaway.

Playing hard to get, I thought.

I could see through her lies so easily. Her tiny nose wrinkled up and betrayed her. And her body language was another story. The way her breasts swelled when we’d kissed, and the feel of her pumping jugular underneath my thumb as I traced her neck told me I’d affected her as much as she’d affected me. And she was still panting. If her goal was to push me away or seem nonchalant, she’d have to try much harder than that. As much as she wanted to deny the truth – or maybe she was afraid of the truth? – she was mine the moment I’d laid my eyes on her a few nightsback.

“And how many guys have you kissed, exactly?”

“Enough.”

“And have they kissed you back the way Idid?”

“Why are you asking all these questions, Cowboy? It was a good kiss, I can’t deny it. But did it knock me off my feet? Did it make this plane come down? Nope, still sitting.”

“Then let me correct my mistake, my lady.” And I pressed myself to her again, this time with nearly my full strength, keeping a little back so that I wouldn’t crush her completely. Devouring her mouth like she was my life-line, taking every breath from her lungs into mine, I molded myself into her curves. I pushed a button to recline the luxurious leather chair, making her lie beneath me, her soft body writhing under my muscles. And once she was down, I couldn’t help but feel every luscious curve of her body, sliding my hands up her sides and along the outline of her breasts. Her hips were in full motion, grinding against my length. The feel of her pubic bone made me even harder for her. And her delicious mouth fit in mine so perfectly, I couldn’t get enough. At that moment, I knew that no matter how long or how often I kissed Emma, it would never be enough. And as much as I wanted to join the mile-high club on my virgin flight, this wasn’t the righttime.

When we pulled away I traced her lip with my thumb, kissing her gently once more. Her eyes were wide open now, her heart pounding against mine so profoundly. I smiled and she smiled back, and I knew that this time I’d done it right. I gave her a kiss worthy of acceptance – even though in all honesty, the first one wasn’t bad either.

“I won’t make the plane come down and kill us both, but you’re definitely not on your feet, Emma. And there is much more where that came from,” I whispered, getting up and straightening her clothes, as well as fastening the three buttons which had now popped on her shirt.

She didn’t say anything, but the obvious flush on her cheeks told me I’d succeeded in knocking her off herfeet.

Emma remained quiet for the remainder of the flight. She opened her laptop and began searching through a database. With a sidelong glance I caught Huntz’s name on the screen. He’d apparently made his way to Mexico quite often, but always returned to a different town you could barely find on a map. But there was only one little nest he’d come back to more than once. Emma focused her search on that part and was now reading through a page. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to clear my head. If I was going to get the answers I sought while keeping her occupied for more than a couple of weeks, the way I’d promised, I needed to make sure Emma could concentrate. There was no way she could find Huntz earlier, could she? If I was going to keep my promise to Hunter, kisses like the one we’d just shared would have to be postponed. The question was, how in the world was I going to dothat?

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